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About Pardubice

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

What's unique?

The center? Masarykovo náměstí. It’s kind of your main stage. The chatter and ding-dong of traffic, pedestrians, all mingling like a botched chat thread. You walk down Jiráskova Street, and you’ll bump into fancy cafes and old-school pubs where the locals throw sarcastic side-eyes at tourists. "Everybody lies," I always mutter – House style, right?

Prague has one of the world’s largest graffiti murals at Václav Havel Airport